The Attorney General has inspected my proofs, and I am to appear before the Committee for Privileges next week.

In a few weeks at the outside, allowing for the worst of law's delays, I shall be Lord Turrald." Robert Turold's whole bearing was transfigured as he made this announcement.

His sound eye gleamed, his shrunken form seemed to expand and fill, and his harsh sallow features took on an expression which was almost ecstatic.

It was his great moment, the moment for which he had lived for twenty years, and it compensated him for all his worry, delayed expectation, fruitless labour, and the bitter taste of the waters of despair.
"I shall be Turrald of Great Missenden," he said, and again the expression of his face showed what the words meant to him.
"Bob! So you've actually succeeded after all!" Mrs.Pendleton stepped quickly across to her brother as he sat regarding his audience from behind his pile of documents.

It was like a sister, at that moment, to slip back to the juvenile name and kiss his elderly face with tears in her eyes.
Robert Turold received the caress unmoved, and she went back to the sofa.
"Lord Turrald! It sounds well," murmured her husband, whose ideas were sufficiently democratic to give him a sneaking admiration for a title.